Chapter 20 Chapter 20 “If it’s hard to be happy every day, then I wish you…

48.

I was wrong, I was really wrong.

It was perfectly normal for Gin and Vodka to be summoned to a mission by a phone call or email, even during Chinese New Year. I shouldn't have complained about how heartless the Black Organization was, how they couldn't let anyone have a good New Year, and how sad that our first New Year's celebration together was over, and then pretended to be reluctant to let Gin and Vodka go.

Then Gin deliberately took it seriously and asked me to change clothes and go on the mission with them.

Gin definitely wanted to punish me, but I still think he's crazy. He actually wanted me to go on this mission with them. Did they want to kill me or mess up their mission?

I understand. Gin must be unhappy too that his rare rest was interrupted by the organization's orders, right?

But no matter how unhappy you are, don't attack me!

I absolutely refused to change my clothes.

Gin went straight to my room, opened the closet, took out a down jacket and scarf, grabbed me and put them on me.

Good news, Gin is "helping" me put on my clothes.

Bad news, do you want this blessing?

Gin wrapped the scarf around my neck and tied it in a knot. I looked at him nervously, afraid that he would tie a knot that would make me die right there.

After wrapping the person up, Gin nodded with satisfaction and said, "Let's go."

He grabbed me and was about to leave, but I immediately sat down on the ground, hugged his thighs and started wailing, "No! Why did you take me with you on this mission? Ahhhhhhhhh!"

"Didn't you say you couldn't bear to leave us?" I guess Vodka really wanted the blessing of being dressed by Gin. I felt that there was sourness in his eyes when he looked at me. "You can go with us now."

"I really can't bear to leave you, but that doesn't mean I want to go on a mission!" I still held Gin's legs tightly with my arms around him, and it didn't feel enough, so I put my face against him.

As I said before, the heating at home is strong enough for me to wear short-sleeved shirts and shorts. So now, covered with a thick down jacket and a tight scarf, coupled with my emotional excitement and violent movements, I am sweating all over my forehead.

I felt my face getting hot, and without thinking, I rubbed the sweat from my head onto Gin's legs.

There are dark water stains on the hem of the black windbreaker, which are very obvious.

Looking down at my movements and my achievements, Gin made a not-at-all-elegant "hash" above his head and gritted his teeth to pronounce my full name: "Kai, Men, Ying, Zi."

I sniffed: "I know I was wrong."

"stand up."

Between continuing to resist but definitely failing and knowing when to quit, it only took me 0.3 seconds to get up from the ground. I covered my forehead with my hands to wipe the sweat, but still did not give up and played the victim: "Brother, I'm so sweaty, I'm going to catch a cold easily if I go out."

Gin deadpanned, "Then wipe it off."

"Oh oh." I nodded honestly and started walking towards the room.

Gin grabbed the scarf at the back of my neck and said, "Run?"

"No, I'm going to put on some long pants, otherwise I'll get cold legs if I go out with bare legs!" I got a little angry, turned around and glared at Gin, then ran into the room.

Really, you don't know how to take care of people at all.

Oh, Gin, that's okay.

Sakura girls are naturally cold-resistant. They all grew up bare-legged in the winter, not to mention the Black Organization's female members, whom Gin knew were even more ferocious. That's me, the naive one, who curls up in a ball in the winter.

49.

Before getting in the car, Gin stuffed a lollipop into my mouth and warned me coldly, "No sleeping allowed."

I licked the little ball in my mouth blankly. It was the lemon milk flavor I'd been loving lately. I'd stocked up on a lot of it in the snack cabinet. Gin, did you take this from the snack cabinet before you left?

I licked it again. It tasted sour and sweet, and the cold winter wind didn't feel so cold anymore.

I used my hands to clear the white mist from my nose and got into the car.

During the meal, Vodka drank with me, but Gin didn't join in. I thought he was afraid that what happened yesterday would happen again and he would take advantage of me after getting me drunk. Now it seems that I was just flattering myself.

He was simply prepared to be called on to do a mission again today.

Well, now the question is, how did Gin know that he would have to go out and kill someone today?

Is Gin a fortune teller, or did he already know—

They know that our Black Organization is very bad. They want to separate other families from each other on the day of family reunion and make them separated by death.

Oh, no, it could also be a family reunion underground.

Ugh, that's even worse.

I leaned my head against the car window and watched the scenery passing by quickly.

The neon colors reflected on my pupils, and as I looked at them, I fell asleep with the lollipop in my mouth.

Don’t blame me for being disobedient. It’s just that my body is like this. Once I get in the car, I can’t help but fall asleep.

When I woke up, the car had already stopped, but it wasn't the feeling that the car had stopped that woke me up, but...

Feeling the knock between my teeth, I opened my eyes blankly, and the first thing I saw was Gin's deep eyebrows.

The second thing I saw was his slender hand, pinching the lollipop stick outside my lips.

The way of waking up was quite unique. Luckily, I didn’t use too much force, otherwise my teeth would have been ruined!

I held the lollipop in my mouth and smiled sheepishly: "Brother, I'm awake! It's my honor to see your handsome face at first sight. Brother, do you know? I really..."

Gin interrupted my subsequent sweet talk with just two words: "Get off."

I was stunned: "Huh?"

Gin said again without getting tired of it: "Get out of the car."

"Brother, I really didn't sleep on purpose! Don't chase me away. It's so cold outside, and today is so special. It must be difficult to get a taxi. Can you bear to let me walk home by myself?" I opened my little mouth and started chattering, mumbling a lot, and nervously gripped the handle on the car window, vowing to live and die with the car door.

Gin asked me speechlessly, "Who wants to force you to walk home by yourself?"

"Huh?"

Gin stretched out his hand, and I closed my eyes reflexively, almost stopping breathing, but I heard the sound of knuckles hitting glass in my ears.

I opened my eyes in confusion and turned to look at Gin's hand.

"Did you see that person?"

Gin was talking about the man standing next to a telephone pole not far away and smoking.

Knowing I saw it, Gin paused before continuing, "Go over there and get his words out."

My neck clicked back like an old, unlubricated machine, and I pointed my index finger at myself in astonishment. "I'm going to try to trick them? Seriously?"

Gin said calmly, "Yes."

"What are you trying to say?"

"Just go over and chat with him. As for what to talk about." Gin leaned over, his thin lips less than a centimeter away from my chin. I was so nervous that I stopped breathing again.

As I watched in fear, his bony fingers untied my scarf.

Because the scarf was too tight and the skin was overly sensitive, red marks appeared on the fair neck exposed to the air, which were visible even in the dim light inside the car.

Gin's gaze fell on the red mark, his emerald eyes flashed a quick light, and then returned to calm.

He wrapped the scarf around my neck again layer by layer, but this time it was much looser. At least I didn't have to pull at the scarf from time to time, which made me feel uncomfortable, even in my sleep.

"Go ahead."

I got out of the car and walked towards the man.

But when I turned my back to Gin, I couldn't help but touch the scarf on the side of my neck.

Under the layers of scarf there is a small protrusion that can only be felt by touch, like a button.

Even though Gin didn't say it, even though I didn't ask, I knew it instinctively.

That's a bug.

50.

“Well done.”

When I came back, Gin had already sat back in the driver's seat. He looked at me in the rearview mirror, and his long eyes, hidden by his bangs under the brim of his hat, showed a rare glimmer of admiration.

He was praising me for a job well done.

But I had no idea what I did. I just went over and started chatting with the man like a stranger. I found out that he had a fight with his family, but I didn't know why they were fighting.

Does it sound like someone in the family did something that he couldn't accept?

Oh, I also found out how many people are in his family, how many are at home now, and the person he had an argument with is going abroad early tomorrow morning.

Thinking of this, I paused.

"Have they done something to offend the organization?" I've always been very resistant to understanding the Black Organization's mission. Even if Gin put the mission document in front of me, I couldn't focus my eyes and couldn't see a single word. I lowered my head and asked, "Will they all die?"

"Since that guy explained everything well, he will live." Gin's fingers tapped the steering wheel, "But the premise is that he won't have the chance to reveal anything to others."

I closed my eyes. "So, why me?"

"You did a great job," Gin said again. This time he turned around and made me look up. "Didn't you notice?"

"That's right, Yingzi." Seeing this, Vodka also poked his head out and guided me back to my memories. "You're very suitable for gathering information and investigating intelligence. Think about it, in the bar, don't people often pull you over and start talking about their affairs, regardless of whether they have been drinking or not?"

"You know, your intuition is very accurate." Gin raised his lips slightly, but the words he said made my hair stand on end. "This ability should be utilized by the organization."

I don't know how Gin discovered that my intuition was very accurate, and I don't know how long he and Vodka observed me before they came up with the idea of ​​asking me to investigate intelligence for them.

I just knew I couldn't do it.

I can’t accept…

"Of course I will give you enough compensation. Oh, and also," I lowered my head, but Gin seemed to be able to read my expression and my heart. He said in a mocking tone, "Just like today, you went to ask for the information I wanted in advance, so that person could live."

My face changed.

"Stay in the car."

Gin and Vodka got out of the car.

When I came back, I could smell the smoke of gunpowder.

I also saw the place where I was just now, a burst of flames rising into the sky.

"Eiko, you have to understand." Gin started the car and called my name. "The organization doesn't support idle people. You can't just have... one use."

His voice was so low that I couldn't hear the purpose of what he said.

Maybe it was for the bartender who provided him with a meeting place and a place to relax?

51.

When I got back to the apartment building, it suddenly started snowing.

Yesterday I heard from Chianti that it rarely snows in Tokyo at the end of the year, usually in February. I didn’t expect it to snow on the last day of the year this year.

I subconsciously stretched out my hand, and tiny snowflakes fell on my palm and instantly melted into small water droplets.

I raised my head and looked at Gin's dark figure in the rustling snow. Suddenly, I couldn't help but call him, "Gin!"

Gin stopped and turned to look at me.

Under the warm yellow light of the street lamp, Gin's silver hair seemed to be glowing.

I actually kind of understand what Gin means. He discovered that I have some abilities and wants me to use them, not only for the Black Organization, but also for me.

As he said, the Black Organization doesn't keep idle people. I'm just a useless bartender. If the Black Organization also implements cost-cutting and efficiency-enhancing measures, maybe one day they will optimize me out and make me a useless scapegoat.

I blinked, brushing off the snowflakes that fell on my eyelashes, and smiled broadly, raising my hands to both sides of my mouth like loudspeakers: "Brother, if it's hard to be happy every day, then I wish you peace every day!"

Gin is really a very good leader. He will consider a lot for his subordinates, no matter how useless his subordinates are or how much they upset him.

So, even though he is unforgivable and has committed all kinds of evil, but, but...

What a good dad (?)!

When he is released from prison in the future, I will definitely provide for Brother Gin in his old age!

I heard Gin sneer and walk towards me, then he raised his big hand towards my head.

What I said was stupid, I know, and I have prepared myself mentally to be beaten by Gin for the last time this year.

But I never expected that Gin's big palm would actually fall on my head.

But it's not a shocking news.

Instead, it fell on the top of my soft head and rubbed it gently.

I saw shadows on the ground, overlapping and looking strangely harmonious.

"idiot."

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I actually wrote so much, I am so awesome!

Recycling a one-sentence introduction, want to support Brother Gin in his old age [shy][shy][shy]

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